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A wave, a black flood pooling
storm of sorrow leaving
deep wound of darkness reigning
teardrops falling to the ground
your buried silence
grieving
a garden fence of wooden slats
giant poppies bloom and fill the gaps
brightest petals, orange
white birds of summer
will mend, with twine and twig
windy nests of a northern winter
today, only an indigo sea
of lavender bees, will hum
like gold, beneath the sun
no frowning clouds will come
only morning glory flowers will bloom
blue as sky, blue as heaven
In your hands
I shall place
sweetest flowers
little yellow suns
to hold you
shining
upon your palms
I will map days
follow hidden paths
traced through trees
to reach
quiet rivers
holding your hands
at the border’s edge
free dive, trusting
letting go, to fall
our two souls
deeply connected
Chrysalis
of a lonesome heart
wrapped, spun and torn apart
Woodland child you have lost the moon
to walk a path dark with fallen trees
sorrow of your sacred homeland camps besieged
the old ways buried deep, the red earth swallowed
all the precious souls, have flown far into the endless night of eagle
feathers swirl, scattered at this ancient altar.
In the ashen air
always your heart remains, your wisdom blood breathes
like the sun of fire, your dance of vivid painted colors
surreal dream of Tishomingo, trading beaded leathers
through the ages, children rooted in trees and fields
medicine men smoked in visions of waterfall suns
all of our days, deep this bloodline runs.
You come skipping off the curling waves
salty sea air swirling sand at my feet
in humming songs through shells and logs
restless wind, from where have you come,
and where shall you go?
All my days, soon blow away
only a restless wind
ever seeking
Iris, purple colored with yellow ruffle smiles
blooming wild at green forest pond
slender necked, stalks and leaves
sway of graceful woodland swans
When I go to the sea
I carry an empty vessel
gathering salty air to breathe inside
with grains of sand in my hands
some seaweed or shells,
you can never tell, driftwood
or broken bells
all the day, a sway and pull of tides
the breadth and depth of ocean
how the pounding waves carry
my empty vessel away
Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go
Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a murder in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring
Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun
Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can’t be
found
Orange, pink sunrise came over dawn’s moss green hill
soon a thousand birds all singing to the sun
orchid flower, soft butterfly touching down
paper petals white, float emerald lily pond
Quan Yin, in her stillness
looking on
To the earth and sky
we all belong
to water and fire
moon, stars, sun
with all elements
we are one
When we feel our
true connection to all
then we are finally home
Did you see
how the sky was always changing?
Did you feel life’s beauty, blissful innocence rearranging?
turning into days, days, days
void of blue, void of sun
how the rains swell the veins, in ways
one can no longer ignore
life blood barely breathing
a child screaming
to be heard
Do you feel how fear stole away
your purity of heart, your breath, your life,
your words?
With love, fearlessly reclaim
your truth, your voice, your heart
What is that? Who is that?
now is the unraveling
now is the untwisting
now is the time
Is it tomorrow yet?
a day when I fly away
over a boundless sea of changing tide
beyond this twist of worried mind
beyond lost days of winter’s reign
Is it tomorrow yet?
a day when I go seeking my truth
connecting to the calling of my soul
awakened to find I am awash
in nature’s garden paradise
Lost and found upon the sand
knowing true paradise
is soulful, deep
within
On this mountain
comes alas, all the gush
and hurried buds of Spring
in bursts of pastel colors
petals drift and float serene
labyrinthine dawn’s waking river
Along this mountain wall
a million scented petals spiraling upward
escaping on the rising, warming thermals
entwined they fly fantastical with birds
desert flowers
abloom in red fire clouds
molten skies sweep over barren sands
shining suns of silver white bones
cacti glisten, soaked in afternoon storms
yesterday and tomorrow, hungry
where desert rabbits roam
and drown themselves drinking
bluest oceans
In the gathering fields
wild grasses brush across
our warm brown skinned legs
stopping only for brightly colored flowers
indian paintbrush, red as blood
with yellow specks of sun
a summer meadow of swirling birds
speak in secret soulful words
pensive penetrating songs
circling round our heads, whistling
bird songs, that carry us home
She left
memories of smiles and hearts tucked into a letter box
for you to open, days when you forget
who and what you truly are in this world
nights when dark starless skies
reign heavy upon you
She left
a message ” know you are never alone “
stars and beams of radiant light
will fill your head and heart
streaming soothing music of violins
someone singing songs of love
feels the same, in any foreign language
Is it you, deep in lucid lands?
you’ve lost your heart and cannot find
but for wandering fully awake
in realms of dream time
Magenta ruffle of petals
frilly fire of fragrance
deep dream of pink
wafting through my sleep
morning breeze of ocean
blooms awash in lilting
watercolor reds
Red fire
hissing down green mountain
a burning blackness
of lifeless trees
molten river bleeding
to the sea.
Black lava road, winding wild
an ashen path to the
cerulean sea.
Breathless sky
how silent clouds collide
leaving me to charcoal gray
teardrops will rain
today
Tomorrow how the Spring
sweetly sings of cloudless skies
blossoms will rain, fragrantly
the orange tree
and still
no matter the weather
gorgeous birds unwavering
will sing in secret codes
seemingly knowing
more than I
Plume, it is soft upon my lips
sometimes I am found
in newborn, downy feathered love
soft pillow of dreams
my soul sinks deep
within
White snow of petals
heaven drifts silent through the garden
Spring maple, catkins green aglow
love potion of pollen snows
barefoot – grounded in softest newborn grass
Breathing in…..
to be one with earth and trees, planted, rooted deep
awakened from hollow sleep
hands pressing into the spirit of Spring
touching the sacred, unseen
When you were a child, skies went on forever
golden light, your heart – of fiery field
with a toy gun to shoot the falling stars
from heaven
Once I saw a funeral march
walking slow as fog, gray sorrow made it’s way
with flowers, and faces cried like rain
and stayed with me, all the day
When I was a child, death was foreign
mysterious as plague and strange
on wintry wings it seemed to come
– never calling your name
In those days and dreams of ocean birds
with songs of love, you swam to the warming sun
Today outside your window
a tiny bird sings
to the solemn dawn
unaware that you have gone
just like all the golden flowers
of yesterday and tomorrow
stones
thrown
ripples
waves
crashing
madly
over
me
and
you
There was an orchard
lemon trees as far we could see
a memory of neroli flowered breeze
I was running in the scented rows of yellow
in a dream, you were always catching me
ever the days, when sunlight seemingly chased the moon away
there in a school, where we lingered in the sweetest lessons
of our lives and trees
When I return to Hope
it will be the height of summer’s warm July
I’ll stroll the gravel road to take the cutoff path
gathering lupine wildflowers, breezy among the dewy grass
make my morning way along heaven’s labrynthine trail
with chirping cheery bird, sweet songs or distant calls of loon
where blue of sky is woven wild with magenta all abloom
and I will lose myself most complete
immersed in nature’s room
Paper trees
winter still lingering
soon begins water ice trickling
big eyed, dogwood blossoms, rain
pink cherry flowers blooming mad
snow of paper petaled lawns
gardens whisper underground
in colored arrangements
awaiting dawn
I could write messages to the sky
climbing to the top of this summer mountain
digitalis pink, swirling sweet with bees
this place, tangled all in green
At the overlook, I am with trees
windward hanging on, dream
to fly away, a seabird ocean soaring
my mind of paper kite, adrift
through clouds of sky
Smell of moss and cedar
release of incense
in the warming sun
footsteps, fragrance
soaking deep
within
This must be Eden’s
color of azure water
glinting flecks of sun
transforming turquoise blue
that my reflections go
diving in
Unlock
the door
of your heart
tomorrow
soon will come
leaving sorrow
far and gone
from this
place
Lilting, lull
of ocean’s
gentle waves
seashells play
songs of love
washing
over
you
watch
the rise
and fall
of love’s
breadth
Snow is falling
lightest snowflakes float
across fields deep
disappearing
densely slow
my feet
Night is glowing
snowy owl flies
from sight
lost in moon clouds
fading light
Stars are humming
in fields of velvet
black
the earth
the universe
the breath and pulse
of life
Your hair,
of smoke, it floats
curls adrift, waves
of wild sea, upon your head
I gazed long into the storm
before my hands ever
learned to swim
sometimes perfect suns
stream through my dusty windows
memories of you, in sepia colors undone
the breadth of days long gone
all of this
each time I go
driving by
Today
silence
a garden
losing ground
cold and deep
my feet in
buried snow
sometimes pale ghosts
of winter whisper
in the footprints
that I follow
long, until the
Spring
Sword ferns warming
some unfurling toward the sun
deeper green the moss grows softly underfoot
forest fog the breadth of morning breathing
grey, pale lichen clinging
a snow melt creek splashes running
clouds break away to light the day
the shine of mossy flowers sunning
this church it has no walls
no doors to lock nor ticking clocks to read
only of the sacred does this wooded temple sing
and I so humbled bow beneath
resplendent evergreens
If these words be thy home
salvation for my soul to dwell in
let them be of love
no beginning
no end
better to go barefoot, on glass
running to catch trains,
going anywhere
one way
to find you are real
blood stained tracks
to make you feel
go far from loveless rooms
where monsters stir
under bitter yellow moons
leave behind hollow tarnished flutes
playing cruel notes
of a blinded, deafening past
play loud
a new song
blissful notes ever
resolute
Today only clouds
white, blue, grey
always they hover
mingle in tallest trees
too far my eyes
to see
winter sky
pale light
soft, silent
diffused
passing by
everyday
I think
and
dream of you
how you speak
to me
never knowing
my name
Who can think straight
spinning in seas of shells and waves?
Tireless tides play a game, of dragging in and out
marooning or tossing one about.
Many sailing ships adrift, you’ll see passing by,
or weathered wooden boats, some row and row,
to the edge of earth, foggy
never dreaming they
can fly.
long silky filament
curved, reaching for stars
peduncle, sepal and petaled
ovule, jewel – seeds of renewal
encased in velvety red
pollen explosion, pistol potion
anther tipped stamen bled
evening stars now far-off shine
bees drowsily dream
in wax house, honeycombed hives
She was speaking
butterflies floated from her lips
fragile wings
caressed your mind
together, entwined
you flew
fragrant petals were her pillow a scented garden filled your room
you were dreaming,
roses soft, laid
upon your bed
a morning of golden sun
compassion, salvation of sacred dawn
they were barren
void of masks
becoming utterly
love
forest path of light
visions in gradient greens
incense of wooded rain
puddling streams
splash awakened in
bliss of dream
faerie orchids
rest upon mossery
scented rain
sprinkles on
hues of
green
a path
invitation, hesitation
elation, compassion
a truth
intuition led
Red table mesas
Whitest clouds dot to dot sky
Healing waters run
Of you,
I speak of
softest petals, always kissing
flowers, full bloom
wet drops, your reddened lips
pour darkest cherry wine
all the day, watercoloring
my skies
Ever twisty they climbed – the vines
the tree was speaking low, so slow – the breathing
roots were diving deep, so deep the breath, the depth of grieving
concentric soul, go within to flow, letting go, it’s time the past was leaving
born a child, wild as smiles, dance in meadows green
with joy your heart is weaving
and when the night starless looms, you’ll bloom
your heart, open as a flower
When I was a child
making my way, always to a forest
obsessed by green, or light
shining through greens
that is how I lost my mind
never even knowing it, or why?
No explanation needed
for a child, crazy
deep in bliss.
When white wings, feathery scatter
silent as snowflakes gather
resting on rooftops,
in death, does a soul linger,
does it fly in the vastness
of forever?
Like some birds in clouds
we’ve never seen, though
felt in rain, or wilds.
Swift a rush that chills
and floods the heart unknown,
a gift of truth reveals
that which eyes cannot look upon,
and only hearts
can feel.
with the recent passing of my Father, it’s good to know his presence is felt, at times in unexplainable ways, but also he has appeared in my dreams 3 or 4 times since he passed, with two of the dreams being deeply spiritual and profound to me.
Ceylon cinnamon tea,
cardamon, ginger
from painted cups,
drank she
Somewhere in a dream
in other countries, never mapped, a man was speaking
though I did not understand, there was never any plan
and I listened to the wind and rain upon the trees.
With no church bells to ring, and birds were the chorus
There in the forest, a silent steeple stood standing on it’s own
now a wild bird’s home, wrapped in thorny vines
a crown that stained, red berries bled upon my hands.
Mary was there too, she was looking through
a broken window pane, whispering my name
and too, the forest sang, bathing me in love
and with the birds I flew, silently into
a deeper dream, until I woke at dawn
to fragrant flowers on the lawn
remembering such heaven.
Of Spring I dream…
cool moss alive in verdant green
with cherry flowers – petals fall like snow
our footsteps pressing in
dissolve cold snowy lands
in the heart of sun
love, born of fire
unfolding
When evening’s
long shadows come shooting
swift as arrows piercing stars, darkening this world
leaving gold amber hills in underworlds, far until tomorrow.
How can we know the difference, but for light of day
and if the sun does not come, how long would
such a strange night be?
Mourning – you flew over indigo waters,
landing
Stealthy stalker you walked the shallows
billing silvery minnows
On rust red stilts, you’re built
to move in watery fields
Eyes piercing depths of algae blooms
rippled, your swaying seaweed room
Silent hunter,
feathery plumed
She loved the pale moon
he traveled beneath night’s sky
woven by starlight
She loved the moon
long awaited ripeness full
Stood gazing
out the window
Then came a fool
to close the shades
his senses dull
blinded dark
her world
Your eyes of clear water oceans, endless as stars
and seas I’ve crossed – a perfect tide gathered me whole
healing waters washed our days, birds of fluted music played
Breathing in
the rhythm of wind
we float, suspended as the stars
surrendering to the hypnotic glow of moon
We who lay
our troubled hours
soft on maiden ferns
never a lesson, but
for love’s sake
shall we ever need
to learn
Buoyant snowflakes sideways crashed
dripping down grey window glass,
stinging winds blew harsh – the lash
of winter.
High in pines, do they shiver,
nesting birds deeply hidden?
or
do they warmly slumber,
with downy feathers, nestled under,
night’s darkest cold, before
the light of dawn?
There were birds, and yesterday’s flowers,
the children laughing, never noticed fall retreating
or when winter began, forest faeries sprinkled snowflakes,
sparkling to cover the land, with magic until the Spring again,
when all their days were deep in lilies, silken petals
held dear in tiny hands, and very soon
Summer berries, reddest cherries
were laden sweetly, solely
just for them.
Lily white the mountains disappearing into sky,
silence of snow, growing ever deep the day and fades away,
I cannot tell where cloud meets dell, on such a winter’s eve.
Night will glow in moon tones, cold the foggy grey,
stars will shine for another, some other world away.
Dark and light, void of color, a palette
in winter shades.
It was as if they wrote only to set us free,
never thinking twice about the landing or flight,
plowing dirt fields, with scores of prose, in sorrow and delight.
In a room of sun, where seasons come
with snow and rain, and none will ever be the same,
long after the reading, and none will ever know the poet’s name
or why the words have opened wide
their buried hearts
to grieving.
Today – it came suddenly, like rain it came in sheets, stormy without warning
it left nothing to repair, no way to undo the longing, swift we fell, fumbling
as you flew far, forever and gone
with no one to find you
again at your home
Somehow I felt you smiling or knew you’d be laughing,
dancing in daisies, barefoot and singing Sinatra
on the other side, sweetly
by now
I lost my Father today, this just popped into my head. I hope to write something more poignant and meaningful about this loss in the coming days. A very sad day indeed my friends,
Cyd